This week's been heavy on the teacher insomnia and nightmares. I don't know what's percolating in my subconscious, but it's wreaking havoc on my sleep.
Friday was the apex. I came home from school and an hour into my weekend was driving myself up the wall. I had a jittery feeling under my skin that made me want to rip off my arms and throw them out the window. Nothing seemed right and nothing seemed interesting. Didn't want to watch a movie or TV. Didn't want to read, despite having THE PASSAGE (first book on my summer reading list). Didn't want to talk to anyone or go out.
I went from TV to book to computer to internet and started the cycle again when my attention wouldn't stick. The best part of the night was that it did eventually come to an end.
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